“King of silver King of gold And everything glittering Under the ground Hades is king Of oil and coal And the riches that flow Where those rivers are found But for half of the year with Persephone gone His loneliness moves in him crude and black He thinks of his wife in the arms of the sun And jealousy fuels him and feeds him and fills him With doubt that she'll never come Dread that she'll never come Doubt that his lover Will ever come back” LoveSad Author:Anias Mitchell